Folks, grab your battle jackets and brace yourselves—Force du Mal is here to melt faces. Dropping April 25 via Witches Brew, this debut from German one-man wrecking ball M. Blackburn (a.k.a. Malforce) is a riff-laden beast that’s equal parts nostalgia and nitro. Think old-school thrash meets death metal’s gnarly edge, with lyrics that skewer hypocrisy like a hot knife through lukewarm butter. Religious charlatans? Social decay? Blackburn’s got ’em in his crosshairs.
Who needs a band when you’ve got this much chaotic energy? The guy’s a DIY mad scientist, handling every scream, riff, and drum blast solo—except when he ropes in a globe-trotting metal UN. Chilean shredder Diego Sánchez? Aussie axe-man Jason Saunders? Armenian wildcard Hayk Gyurjyan? They’re all here, tossing solos like grenades. And let’s not forget Cheryl “Brewmistress” herself, howling gang vocals like she’s leading a coven karaoke night.
Tracks like Hypochrist and Cease Church aren’t just songs—they’re middle fingers set to music. The sound? Raw as a skinned knee, sharper than a switchblade. Mario Lopez’s cover art? A nightmare fresco that’d make Hieronymus Bosch nod approvingly.
Personal Take: Look, I’ve heard my share of “solo projects,” but Force du Mal ain’t some bedroom demo. This is a full-throttle, earth-shaking manifesto. Blackburn’s not just playing metal—he’s waging it. Whether you’re a thrash diehard or just love watching sacred cows get tipped, this album’s a must-spin.
Final thought? The devil’s in the details—and Malforce just handed him a megaphone. 
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